Alan Rickman "Tell Me" Fanfiction Sequel...
Its been almost 3 years, neither of them have spoken a single word to each other and Kaycee Greyson has been surviving quite well since Alan left, well thats what she keeps telling herself. She was promot...
(AN: WARNING! DIRTY SMUTTY THINGS AND TRIGGERY COMMENTS)
"No." Kaycee's voice was stern.
"You've never tried it."
"I don't fucking want to!" Alan chuckled at Kaycee's frustration. "No anal ever, kay?" He nodded, scratching it out of the contract. Kaycee felt herself blushing to the point of where she knew her face had to be a deep shade of red. They had already talked about a bunch of uncomfortable things and this thank god, was the last cringe-worthy thing on the list.
"Is there anything else you'd like to discuss?" Kaycee noticed a mark next to a section she didn't particularly like.
"15.22 The Submissive will not touch the Dominant without his express permission to do so." Alan knew she would have something to say about this. "I want to touch you, whenever i damn well feel like it." He gave her a cautious look but she ignored it. "I love you, if I can't touch the man I love than I'm not doing this." She rose from her seat and started to walk away. Alan quickly stood and grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her back to him. He removed his shirt and place it on the table. He took Kaycee's hands and laid them flat on his chest. He noted the smile that slowly formed. He dropped his hands to her waist and let her slide her hands up his torso to his neck, resting them against the sides of his face. He looked at her, understanding that she needs little things, like touching his face, to keep her from losing it. He leaned down and kissed her forehead. She sighed and melted into the embrace that followed.
"We'll scratch that out, okay?" She nodded slowly and wrapped her arms around him. "Now," He ushered her back to her seat. "Aftercare is very important." Kaycee arched a brow. "What happens after I fuck you, my love." She blushed, yet again. "I know cuddling is a favorite." She smiled and nodded. "What else, my love?" She sat and though for a moment. He decided to suggest various things. "Back rubs?" She nodded. "How about...baths?" She bit her lip. "With me, of course." She smiled and nodded again, watching him as he wrote each thing down.
"Would you do any of this stuff even if I didn't sign?" Alan looked up at her and took hold of her hand.
"Of course I would." He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it.
"Why do we need a contract? It's not like I'm going to run around and tell people that I'm dating Christian Grey." Alan smirked.
"I'm sure you wouldn't. However, this isn't because I don't trust you. I trust you with my life. I just want to have a clear outline of what we both want." Kaycee nodded, still looking slightly uneasy. "What is it, love?" She shook her head.
"Nothing." He narrowed his eyes at her, causing her to sink lower in her chair.
"What is it? Tell me." She sighed.
"I just.." He looked at her.
"You just?"
"I don't like the idea of being someones property." He arched an eyebrow.
"I see." He stood up and walked behind her, his lips very close to her neck. "Well, think of it this way." He placed a small kiss right below her ear, causing her to close her eyes and sigh. "I'm claiming you." He bite her neck gently. She whimpered. "It's like marriage, without the big wedding. I am yours... and you" He tilted her lips toward his. "..are mine." He kissed her, causing her to relax. He broke the kiss and smirked as he sat back down, watching her as she chewed her bottom lip. Kaycee reached for the pen and flipped to the signature page. She closed her eyes, making sure she really wanted this. Alan studied her as she did. She opened her eyes and without a second thought she signed her name on the line. Alan followed suit. One the papers where signed Alan looked over at Kaycee who was staring off into the distance. "Kaycee?" She snapped out of her trace and looked at him. "I love you." She smiled.
"I love you." He stood and offered her his hand, which she took and he led her over to the couch. He grabbed the TV remote and turned on a movie. Kaycee snuggled up close to him, relieved that he wasn't starting immediately.
"We will try something later, kitten." Her insides clenched. She could get used to hearing that. She nodded and got comfy, letting her body relax, knowing that it wouldn't be anywhere near a state of relaxation later.
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It was around 8:30pm when Alan told Kaycee to wait by "the door". She instinctively knew which door he meant. She was standing their waiting, her insides tense and her head spinning. He watched the door open and he extended his hand, which she took, and he led her inside. She could feel her stomach clench as she noticed Alan wasn't wearing a shirt. He led her to a small leather bench and told her to sit. She hadn't been wearing much, but what she had been wearing was a matching lingerie set that Alan had so graciously decided to gift her.
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Needless to say, the bench was cold..very very cold. Alan walked over to the far wall and grabbed a small flogger and a blindfold. Her breath hitched as he gave her a look, causing her to scurry to the large bed that sat in the far corner of the room. He followed her, watching her as she climbed onto the bed and sat on her knees waiting for him. He smirked grabbing a small pair of hand cuffs and her eye widened slightly. He noticed this and smirked.
"You tore through the fabric the last time i tied you up, my love." His voice was a low growl that caused her to blush. "We can't have that happen again, now can we?" She shook her head. He gave a curt nod and laid her back with her hands above her head, cuffing them to the metal post in the wall above the short headboard. He gently slipped the blindfold over her head. Alan watched as Kaycee's chest began to heave. He smirked and leaned down, placing a light kiss on her stomach, causing her to whimper. Alan smirked and swung the flogger, landing the stroke against her thigh, making her gasp and bite her lip. He did it again and she whimpered, writhing gently against the bed. He straddled her on the bed, tearing her panties from her and hover his lips above her entrance. She whimpered again, rocking her hips as his breath tickled her. He looked up at her then back down at her pussy... boy was he gonna have a fun night.
